Sunday, January 20, 2013
So I started doing SOMETHING last Tuesday. I started with wall excercises I found on Pinterest (see link at end). Then the next day after much internal swearing and fighting my self to stay in bed I got up at 4am and went for a walk and found that walking the parimiter of my apartment complex is just over a mile. I also started walking with a co-worker at lunch time. We did a mile this first day. I came home and did another two rounds of the wall excercises. Thursday was hard. My legs hurt so freaking bad. Sitting down made me want to scream. Standing was bad just not as bad. I still walked my mile in the morning and at lunch we managed two more miles. That night though. If it hadn't been for my youngest I would not have done my wall workout. She just kept pushing and sweet talking me into it, she likes to do them with me (translation, lay there, count and talk to me). Friday. I did my mile in the morning, we had a short lunch so only got a mile done, and I pushed to do the wall work out.
Saturday was my day of rest. In so far as I did not walk. I couldn't. My legs. I did find myself fidgeting more. And doing random stretches and such.
Today is Sunday. I got up at 4am, and today I walked 2.8 miles. Well, walked with short bursts of running. I am proud of me for that. I also already completed my wall workouts. www.prevention.com/fitne